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Subject: {ASSM} Child Trouble Pt2
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Here is my 2nd submission. It is posted according to all the usual rules.
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Child Trouble Pt2 (MF, spank)
By Katzmarek.
I am not sure what possessed me to agree to be the
disciplinarian to my neighbour's 12 year old daughter. I didn't
really believe in corporal punishment for a start. All that
biblical rod stuff was out of place in a modern society, I
believed.
But something about the whole idea both excited me and scared me
at the same time. I had little experience with kids let alone
punishing them.
After the bike ride, Sonja and I talked at length about ground
rules. She was to be present during the administration, I'd
insisted on that.
"How did your husband, er....spank her?", I enquired.
"well, um, on the bottom...he put her over his
knee.....and....."
Sonja was in discomfort trying to describe it. I was
uncomfortable, but for a different reason. I was getting quite
turned on.
" Did he do it over her clothing?" I asked, trying to fight back
my excitement.
"Mostly" she said, "But sometimes, for real bad things he would
get her to lower her pants or....sometimes on her
bare....bottom". She was blushing furiously at this.
"I see", I said sounding very dispassionate, which I wasn't.
It was agreed that Sonja would call me over if discipline was
required. She also agreed to accompany me to the Club meet on
Saturday. Things were moving along quite satisfactorily I thought
afterwards.
On Saturday the local Italian Motorcycle club was to have it's
club day at the local race track. My friend Tommy would call
around with his trailer to pick up a bike and spares. Tyres, oil,
brake pads and a few tools.
I decided to try out my new Mondial Piega. A hand-built
confection with carbon fibre frame, a Honda vtr1000sp2 engine and
the best brakes and suspension money can buy. All $30,000 dollars
of well-spent money I thought. I was itching to get it on the
track.
Kristina would be spending the day at her friends place so I
would have Sonja all to myself.
It was a good year since I had last dated. I had never married,
not from lack of opportunity, because I was just too damn busy
building a career. At the time my work seemed to me the most
important thing in my life and I guess my dates soon worked that
out for themselves.
Then one day I was 45 years old and still single and wondering
what the hell I was doing with my life.
Dating had never been a big part of my life and it was hard to
pick up the pieces.
I devoted the same energy into my hobby as I used to when I
worked. A much more reliable emotional commitment than trying
to fit a woman into my life.
But now there was Sonja. I was becoming quite close to her.
Firstly as an adviser on legal matters, then a friend and
support. This had been developing for over 2 years and now things
appeared to be moving in an interesting direction.
On Friday, just before dinner, the phone rang. "Carlo?", it was
Sonja, "The police just rang"...
Oh shit, I thought, I know what's coming next. " Can you come
over? Kristina has been picked up for smoking marijuana at a
vacant lot, down by the river".
I knew the spot, a favourite with local youth. Sucking in my
breath I said, "Okay, see you in five".
We waited together while the Police brought her home. " there'll
be no charges madam, not this time, but if we see her there again
I'm afraid we'll have to process her", the cop said.
"We'll take care of it", I winked at the officer whom I knew
quite well.
"Okay Carlo, I'll leave it in your hands then". He said.
"Kristina, this behaviour has gone on long enough", her mother
started.
"Aw what are you going to do, sue me"? she replied, casting a
stare in my direction.
"I've asked Mr Di Franco here". She said " to give....to give",
she faltered. "To give you some of what your father used to".
"What?" she said incredulously.
I figured it was now my cue. "To tan you hide young lady", I said
in my sternest voice.
"You can't" she replied.
"Listen, the only reason you are not cooling your heels in a
police cell right now young lady, is because I have dealt with
it?" I lied.
"Come here" I commanded before her shock had worn off. She
hesitantly stepped forward before she realised what was
happening.
Before she had time to relax, I grabbed her arm and pulled her
over my knee. She yelled in surprise and kicked her legs. I
asked Sonja to hold her legs down and between us we had
trapped.
The sight of her struggling, squirming that cute almost teenage
ass was having quite an effect on me.
I hope she could not feel my cock growing uncomfortably I
thought.
I aimed the first blow on the swell of her right cheek. It land
with a satisfying smack on her skin-tight jean covered ass.
"Ow. no",
Smack!..On the same spot. "No...let me go", she cried Smack...
smack...smack I brought them down thick and fast.
After about ten I paused.
"You can't do this". She said "It's child abuse. and you're a
pervert", Kristina fumed.
I looked at Sonja with arched brow. She seem to be strangely
glowing, her eyes sparkling.
She looked back knowingly, "I think she needs more". With that
she grabbed Kristina's jeans and wrestled them down to her
knees. In doing so she also partly dragged down her panties so
half her ass was now exposed.
I was getting into this now and proceeded to rain blow after blow
on her cute little butt. First one cheek then the other until
they were a shining red colour. All the while Kristina was
howling and sobbing.
"You will obey you mother", Whack!
"Ow ..yes yes...stop...oooo", she wailed.
I couldn't help noticing her little pussy with it's wispy hair,
now exposed as she struggled over my lap, all modesty long
forgotten. " Do you think she's had enough?" I asked of Sonja.
She could only nod in agreement. We let Kristina up and sent her
to her room.
Her mother stood silently, looking like she was about to cry so I
did the only thing I could think of.
I put my arms around her and brought her into me in a tighthug.
"Are you alright?" I asked. No answer. Instead she buried
her head into my shoulder.
I still had a massive hard-on which mustn't have failed to
notice. She looked up into my face and suddenly we were kissing,
pressing our bodies together, tongues playing, hands roaming. My
cock jammed against her tummy, my hands grabbing her ass and
pulling her tight. We broke for air and silently she began to
move towards where I knew her bedroom was.
Once inside I came up behind her, my arms circling around to the
front of her jeans. She gasped as I ran my hand up between her
legs to her belt which I began to undo. I slid my cock over the
crack of her ass as I opened her pants and slid my hand into the
tight confines over her pussy. I pushed her pants down her legs
then slid my hands inside her panties to feel her pubic hair
and the moist pussy beneath.
I pushed her face down onto the bed and completed stripping off
her jeans and panties. I kissed and nibbled at her butt while I
quickly dropped my own trousers, easing them over my stiff cock.
All the while Sonja was panting and moaning, squirming her ass as
my tongue buried itself between her mounds.
Having divested myself of my clothing I moved in behind her and
began to rub the tip of cock over her entrance. "Are you.....?,
"Yes..it's alright...go ahead......oh"' she said between gasps.
With that I slid my cock easily into her hot pussy pushing it in
as far as it would go. We both wanted it hard and fast and soon I
was pistoning into moist hole. My hands on her hips. "Ooo...oh
...oh...oh...jesus...oh god ...oooo". She came powerfully.
I motioned her to turn over. There was some more of her I wanted
to see. She peeled off her top and undid her bra. For the first
time I gazed in lust at the sight of those magnificent naked
breasts.
Part 3 follows.
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